Ares glanced sideways at Melpomene. "She won't," he said, secure in the conviction that he'd scared the piss out of her. She wouldn't show her face to him again, she wouldn't dare invoke his wrath.
But. Melpomene was clearly unsettled. And there was always the exponentially slim possibility of Kaden's return (he was sure the kid was dead. Melpomene wasn't.)
"Keep the dog for a while," he said, downing half a glass of vodka and nodding at Nikkos. The dog was watching them closely, sitting on the floor by the sofa. "If that makes you feel better. You have my protection, but I have two weeks of work to catch up on. Nikkos will guard you."